Another twist of a key and the lid opened.
Without a word, Jethro reached into the shallow box and pulled out a red velvet pouch. Stitched into the plush material was the emblem for the Black Diamonds with his initials on the front.
The JKH was exactly the same as the one on my fingers.
My heart raced as he undid the strings, moving toward me. “Hold out your hand.”
I didn’t hesitate.
Jethro tipped the velvet pouch, plopping into my palm the blackest, richest, most incredible stone I’d ever seen. It looked like the devil’s apple from the Garden of Eden. Large and gleaming and wrong. The weight alone made me grasp it with two hands. “Wow.”
“The largest black diamond ever found.”
The stone was uncut but still shone as if it were alive—as if it sensed me holding it and had eyes looking back at me. My skin tingled. I wanted to put it down—somehow I knew it didn’t like me. “How big is it?”
“Six hundred carats.” Jethro came closer, his spicy aftershave clouding around me. “It’s the reason why we are what we are.”
I blinked. “What do you mean?”
Jethro stole the stone, holding it up to the spotlight in the ceiling. “It was the third diamond my ancestors ever found. They didn’t know what it was—we didn’t know then that diamonds come in colours—pink, yellow, blue. They thought it was obsidian. But they knew they had something special. When they returned to England, they researched it. They had the top specialist from the Crown Jewels make an assessment.”
He twisted the rock, his face pensive. “When they were told it was a black diamond, the name stuck. The men who’d helped my ancestors find itimmediately became known by that name.” He smiled. “Fancy that...a piece of history and you didn’t have to pay a debt to hear it.”
Chills scattered down my arms.
Up until that second, I’d revelled in hearing how the Hawks came into power. But he’d ruined it. Just like everything.
“How did your family go from serving my ancestors to mining massive rocks?”
Jethro shook his head. “That piece of information will come with a price.”
“What price?”
Jethro pulled me into his body, his hardness instantly igniting my blood. “A debt, naturally.”
I winced. “Can we not mention those again? Not when it’s just us.”
His eyes fell on my lips. “When it’s just us, it’s even more dangerous to talk...about anything.” His head bowed; a lock of tinsel hair kissed his forehead. “I have something I need to ask.” He tensed. “Not ask...demand.”
“I prefer it if you just asked. You should know by now if you give into me, I’d do anything for you.”
He let me go. “I need you to watch what you feel around me.”
My mouth parted. “What?”
His eyes darted around the space, searching for help in silent corners. “I can’t explain it, but whatever you think of me, whatever you think of the way I’ve treated you since you came back, keep it to yourself. Don’t hate me. Don’t love me. Don’t fear me. Put up a wall and just stop.”
“You’re asking me to stop feeling?” I gasped. “That’s like asking someone to stopbreathing, Jethro. It’s not possible.”
He dragged a hand over his face. “Things changed, Nila, and if you want to remain mine—you have to do this for me.”
Ice water replaced my blood. “Remain yours?” Drifting forward, I touched his forearm. “He threatened you, didn’t he?” My heart lurched, blooming bright with the love I’d tried to smother. Whatever Jethro was or did, hedidcare for me, and that was why he suffered. “What did he do?”
Jethro backed away, his face twisting. “Nothing. That’s one question I won’t answer. Just do as I ask and your existence will continue without hardship.”
I laughed softly. “You don’t get it. Having you distant from me is the worst hardship of all.” Taking his hand, I placed it over my heart. “You can’t see the scars you’re leaving on me but they’re there, Jethro. As surely as the scars on my back from your whip.”
“I can’t keep doing this,” he breathed, his shoulders caving.
